"Michael Mell is Kinky as Hell"

Part Six/So... porn?

   "Woah, Jeremy. Fucking. Heere. Is Mother Fucking Queer???."

As Jeremy led Michael out of the cafeteria, he couldn't help but feel guilty for not stepping his ass up and helping him through the fight. Sure, Michael was ok for the most part. But wounds could heal and his scars could easily disappear after a moment of time, unlike emotional wounds.

With emotional wounds engraved into you, it's hard to heal them and go on. They bleed out and make you remember the life you lived in before. How you were betrayed. How you were forgotten. How you were pushed to the side. And especially, how you were hurt with poisonous words that seeped deep into your brain.

Both, Michael and Jeremy, experienced that in different time periods of there life. Michael's experience was kinda obvious, the SQUIP period. Jeremy's though, was a bit different.

When Jeremy and Michael were in seventh grade, that's when things started to change. There were more "geeks" and "gaymers" around the school. Michael,  wanting to have Jeremy make more friends when he would move on with him (He always thought about that.),  started to talk and talk and talk until, he was taken from Jeremy, and his whole plan backfired. He didn't realize that the people he talked to even managed to milk out personal information about Jeremy from Michael, to mock him with.

Jeremy sighed as he continued to walk Michael to the upper wing of the school where only unused classrooms laid. It was quiet and safe there. As they walked they couldn't really focus. They were both in their own bubbles of thoughts. It wasn't until Jeremy felt eyes on them. He looked around the hallway. No one. He felt a bit uneasy and squeezed Michael's hand (which he was still holding :O), causing Michael to look up.

"What's wrong, Jere?" He questioned, a bit of concern in his voice.

"I feel like... someone's watching us." He said, pausing mid sentence. Michael raised an eyebrow before looking around. No one.

"It's probably nothing, let's just go. We don't have all day you know-"

"We could skip class." He barged in. Michael stared at Jeremy in disbelief.

"You, the Jeremy Heere who likes to draw and sleep in class, has the balls to skip?" He said, laughing a bit. Jeremy burst into a fit of laughter. He held his sides and looked at Michael.

"Haha, yeah! I mean, I feel like we wouldn't get caught. Not much people pay attention to us."

Michael looked off to the side.
"I guess." He mumbled, quickly regaining his normal chipper self.
"Well, let's go!"

-Time Skip brought to you by Spamilton-

Jeremy and Michael sat in a classroom that was a bit full of dust and a lot of spare chairs and desks. They chatted about random video games and vines they saw on the internet, until, they heard a small creaking noise coming down the hall. Both of the boys thought that this was a teacher so they hid under the desks, but it was the incredibly cool Ja- Richard Goranski.

"Hello? Michael? Jeremy? You two in there? It'th Rich! I want to talk about thomething..." He said, walking into the classroom, coughing slightly as he inhaled some dust. Jeremy peeked his head out and looked at Rich. He tapped on Michael shoulder and gestured his hand in a way to indicate, "We're safe baby boy come out now no homo!" Or "We're okay Michael, it's just Rich!" Yeah, probably that.

Michael slowly crawled out of the desk, looking up at Rich. Jeremy came out too and sat cross legged. Rich closed the classroom door and came back, sitting on his knees.

"So, what was this "something" that you would like to talk about?" Michael started, locking eyes with Rich.

"I want to... I want to talk about why... why people are being dickth to you."

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Notes:
CLIFFHANGER! Hhhh, sorry. But, you guys, I want to thank y'all for so much of your support and getting me to 251 reads and getting #1 in Meremy. Lol.... but thank you! For this, I decided to draw y'all's comments (Sorry I didn't do all of the comments. I just kinda did the one's I found funny... sorry)! Okie, bai! <3